grow weary of it."

"On the contrary, I was much interested." Montanelli was not given to
stereotyped politeness, and his tone jarred uncomfortably upon Arthur.

When Father Cardi went to his own room Montanelli turned to Arthur with
the intent and brooding look that his face had worn all the evening.

"Arthur, my dear boy," he began slowly; "I have something to tell you."

"He must have had bad news," flashed through Arthur's mind, as he looked
anxiously at the haggard face. There was a long pause.

"How do you like the new Director?" Montanelli asked suddenly.

The question was so unexpected that, for a moment, Arthur was at a loss
how to reply to it.

"I--I like him very much, I think--at least--no, I am not quite sure
that I do. But it is difficult to say, after seeing a person once."

Montanelli sat beating his hand gently on the arm of his chair; a habit
with him when anxious or perplexed.

"About this journey to Rome," he began again; "if you think there is
any--well--if you wish it, Arthur, I will write and say I cannot go."

"Padre! But the Vatican------"

"The Vatican will find someone else. I can send apologies."

"But why? I can't understand."

Montanelli drew one hand across his forehead.

"I am anxious about you. Things keep coming into my head--and after all,
there is no need for me to go------"

"But the bishopric----"

"Oh, Arthur! what shall it profit me if I gain a bishopric and lose----"

He broke off. Arthur had never seen him like this before, and was
greatly troubled.

"I can't understand," he said. "Padre, if you could explain to me
more--more definitely, what it is you think------"

"I think nothing; I am haunted with a horrible fear. Tell me, is there
any special danger?"

"He has heard something," Arthur thought, remembering the whispers of
a projected revolt. But the secret was not his to tell; and he merely
answered: "What special danger should there be?"

"Don't question me--answer me!" Montanelli's voice was almost harsh in
its eagerness. "Are you in danger? I don't want to know your secrets;
only tell me that!"

"We are all in God's hands, Padre; anything may always happen. But I
know of no reason why I should not be here alive and safe when you come
back."

"When I come back----Listen, carino; I will leave it in your hands. You
need give me no reason; only say to me, 'Stay,' and I will give up this
journey. There will be no injury to anyone, and I shall feel